83.29 mi 50.0 max 6:32.04 avg 12.7
I already feel like yesterday’s rest day was a million years ago. I took Stephanie’s breakfast duty so that she could stay at the hotel for a little while longer, and in return, she’ll do my breakfast duty tomorrow morning. There are peacocks at this campground - no pics, but I saw them with my very own eyes.
At the first rest stop, I asked Alan to take a look at the shifter for my front chainring – it had become really sticky and I was using a LOT of force to get it to change rings. Long story short, it was not a simple fix and part of the adjustment screw had rust-welded into the frame. He spent a long time with it this evening, trying to get it to work better. It does now, but I’ll probably need to take it in again to a real bike shop at some point (the whole field-bike-shop is rough, especially where Alan's working without the full complement of tools). Plus, I need a new bottom bracket. We’ll see – I’ve got some big expenses coming up soon, like the AT. I may just have to live with it until I get back. Hmm....maybe I could pick up one more job......
Linda’s dinner was fabulous, as usual. She made an amazing fruit salad with all the berries that I picked yesterday. And there were lots of yummy grilled things. T
2 comments:
Hello, Iron Chris! Thanks for riding with me! You indeed kept me entertained, and more importantly, you kept me going. I'm still trying to remember the words to some song about dirty black socks, "I think I should wash them but something tells me I shouldn't" or some such. :-) It was a round!
I also have a picture of that dog riding on the back of the motorcycle. What a hoot!
By the way, it sucks that you got a ticket in Fort Bragg--what a bunch of you-know-what!
Ride on,
-Sister Sledge
Well, actually, it was Dad who busted me.......
And the words are:
Black socks, they never get dirty
The longer you wear them the stronger they get
Sometimes I think I should wash them
But something inside me keeps saying, "Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet."
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